The person being nagged rolled her eyes and lay back down in a corpse-like pose, grabbing the quilt. She also gave it a guilty sniff before reassuredly covering herself again. Then, turning her head, she glanced at James Black.
"James Black," Jane Sampson suddenly spoke up, calling his name seriously, "Tell me, do you think anyone in this world has ever been killed by a fart?"
"..." James Black couldn't be bothered to reply to Jane Sampson's nonsensical topic, so he just gave her a look and remained silent.
Not getting an answer from James Black didn't upset Jane Sampson. She chuckled with a heh-heh, then scooted closer to him, until her lips were almost touching his ear, suddenly asking, "James Black, tell me, if I fart again, do you think you'll be suffocated to death?"
"Jane! Sampson!" James Black was considering whether or not to throw both the person and the quilt out into the living room.
"Haha, gotcha? I was just scaring you," Jane Sampson laughed heartily.
